A/N ((Hey guys! Before you read this story, I just want to thank you for taking the time to even consider and follow through with reading this story. This is my first story ever on this site. I already appreciate you guys reading this, and if you were to review it would be even better. I wanna hear what all of you guys thought about his chapter. What can I do better? What do you like? What do you think in general? Wanna talk about how sexy Jax is? Okay!

Also, my main character, Gia, was inspired by Vanessa Hudgens as far as the looks go. Background wise, that was all me. Except for the fact that she is actually Greek, I am not though. Please don't judge me that I am using google translate to get some the words in Greek that I am using. You can get these translations below (:

Oh, I'm not following any strict storyline from the show. I might use some aspects, but not all. For one, Clay doesn't become this asshole or go to jail.. blah blah blah. Jax never met Tara in his life. OH! Jax has the short gelled back hair and beard he has in Season 5&6, just to let you guys know!

I don't own Jax, Clay, or any member from the show that you recognize. I only own people like Gia and Valerie who come from my imagination as I write this story!))

Translations:

Mitéra - Mother
Méli - Honey
Kalá - Okay
Kóri - Daughter

"Yes Mom, I know." Gia huffed as she looked both ways before crossing the street. As her mother chastised her from the other end of the phone, she concentrated on the pounding of her heels on the concrete, playfully rolling her eyes. Gia's mind began to wonder off as she stabbed her key into her front door's keyhole.

Yes, she missed her family. Every single day, in fact. But as much as she missed and loved them, she didn't have the time or the money to travel to see them.

Especially with the upcoming launch of Gia's Sweet Treats.

Her bakery, her pride and joy.

She endured working six days a week since she was seventeen just to pay for way out of New York. Researching the most comfortable town she could find, she packed up as fast as she could, hoping to get rid of the loud, fast paced city. When she reached Charming, and taking a tour of the small secluded town, she decided what this town could use was a small quaint bakery.

And here she was, in the middle of the renovations of the small property there on Main Street.

"Mom... mom... Mitéra!" Gia shook her head after she came to realize that she had to speak Greek just to get her mother to listen. "I understand, I really do. The thing is that you have to understand that I have things going on over here. In fact, you haven't once asked about the Bakery." she sighed. "I thought you'd be proud."

"Méli.." her mother paused and corrected herself. "Honey, of course I am! But you have to know that a mother must see her daughter every once in a while. It's been too long."

At hearing the sound of her mother trailing off, Gia knew her mother was about to begin crying. Knowing that she would cry if her mother started. "Mitéra, please don't start. You know how I love you guys. I promise I'll come visit all of you soon, let me just make the bakery a hit first. kalá?"

On the other end of the line, her mother gave a shaky smile. "Kalá. And I love you too, Kóri."

Gia forced herself to smile when she hung up. Even though she believe smiling would keep her from crying didn't mean it was true. Throwing herself onto her couch, she held her head in her hands, tears falling down her face.

"How ya' feelin', son? I know this is a lot to think about. But I know, deep deep down inside, it's the right thing. Matter of fact, I also know deep deep deep down inside of you, you know this too." Clay said as he pulled the lighter up to the cigar between his lips. "I believe in ya', son."

Jax ran a hand over his beard, something he'd grown a habit to these last few weeks. The sure way to tell he was deep in his thoughts was to watch his hand stroke that damn beard of his.

For so long he'd been wearing this damn Vice President patch, waiting for the day he'd take it off and sew on the one reading 'President.' But now that Clay had announced to the club during Church that he'd be stepping down, passing on the gavel onto his stepson. A couple months ago, hell even yesterday, he'd been dying to get his shot. Now that is was finally that time he'd been waiting for, he'd taken a step back to evaluate the situation. He wasn't sure if he was fit to run this damn club. Was hardly even sure if he could deal with the new relationship with the Mayans and the Galindo Cartel. How could he reign if he was positive he could lead the club on.

"How'd you do it, Clay?" he asked. "Between the Niners, Mayans, Cartel, Irish, just fucking everyone in this damn business. How the fuck did you deal with all the deaths and the annoying ass cops at our door. The fucking jail time.."

"You're thinking too

damn much." Clay stated. "You think I would'a made ya' VP if I didn't believe in ya'? Hell fucking no, Jax. Know this: I had you as my VP, Tig as my right hand, and the rest of the club having my back. We supported each other. I was a good Pres. because I took a moment every night to contemplate if what I was doing for the good of the club, son. I have no doubt you'll do the same." Letting out a chuckle, he tapped the ash off his cigar in the tray. "Don't tell your mom this because lord knows her head is already too goddamn big. She was by my side, made me the man who I am now. She told me that she knew I would do whatever was best for the club, got me to believe it too. She was there, that's why she's my Queen."

"Let me show ya' somethin' son." Clay said, standing up while stubbing out his cigar. Throwing an arm around Jax's shoulders, he guided him to the Chapel doors and opened them slightly. "You see those men out there? They're ready for you to lead, son. They're ready for you to prove them right when it comes to you leading the club into a new age. Now what are you gonna do? You gonna prove them right or wrong?"

"Right." Jax muttered.

"Louder." Clay barked out.

"I'm gonna prove them right." Jax stated as he nodded.

Clay smiled and clapped him on the back, "That's my boy. Now, get outta here. Get your dick sucked or somethin'."

Outside, the first Sweet Butt that spotted him strutted up to him in her high heels, fake breasts a little too big for her tiny figure, dry hair dyed blonde, makeup smeared, and clothes leaving little to the imagination. "Hey there Jax," she purred. "You up for a little something?" Jax stared at the fake french tipped nail that ran down his chest and sighed. "Get me a beer and meet me in my room, yeah?" As soon as he could finish his sentence, she'd taken off with a speed that surprised him.

When he reached his dorm room, he peeled off his cut and hung it on the peg by the door. By the time the Crow Eater had let herself into his room, he was stripped naked. Handing the beer to him, she smirked as she got down on her knees before him.

"Okay.. okay!" Jax shouted at whoever was pounding from the opposite side of the door. Quickly sliding his legs into his jeans, he surveyed the room, glad that the Crow Eater had let herself out hours ago. "What?" he glared at the prospect as he pulled the door open.

"Clay wanted me to come get you, said there was a job he wants you to do tonight." Phil said as he stepped aside for Jax to step into the hall. "Told me to tell you to meet him in the Chapel. I'm really sorry for waking you. I was-"

"You were just doing what the club asked you to do, I get it. No problem, Phil." he said as he pulled his white shirt and cut on. He shook his head and smiled when he saw multiple members with Sweetbutts on their laps. Just another fine night in the lives of Samcro.

"Got a job for me, Pres?" he asked as soon as the doors were closed behind him. To be honest, he more excited that usual when it came to doing small jobs on this side. It felt as if this would be the last normal act of being a member he would experience before he took on the gavel. Come to think of it, he felt a tinge of sadness knowing he wouldn't be feeling the surge of adrenaline go through his body as he ended a man's life. Instead, he would be the one sitting at the head of the table ordering other members to go out and get there hands dirty.

"Got a call from T.O. Said the Grim Bastards saw a couple Nords up at a bar right inside the charming border. Thought we'd wanna be the ones to take care of these assholes. Thinking you and Ope could go and teach these guys a lesson, maybe even kill one of their little friends. You up for it, VP?" Clay smirked and leaned back in his chair. He knew for sure Jax would be more than up for it when it came down to it. His stepson was never one to back away from a job. And he knew he was right as soon as the corners of Jax's lips turned up into a smile.

"You know it, Pres."

"Gia! Loosen up a little! You called me to help you get your mind off of your family. It was your idea to come to the bar, and you're acting like all you wanna do is go home!" Valerie rolled her eyes and continued to sway to the pounding music in her seat. "I understand you miss them and everything, but worry 'bout them tomorrow. Tonight, you're gonna have fun... maybe even end up in some guys bed."

Choking on her drink, Gia stared with wide eyes at her friends. "Oh My God, Valerie! I couldn't possibly! You know I'm not like that."

"Exactly!" she clapped. "Maybe you things would be better for yourself if you stopped acting like.. well yourself. You've just been so stressed lately, ya' know. You spend so much time worrying about the bakery and your family. I just think that it would do you some good to just step back and get laid. Look around," Valerie gestured around the room. "There are many guys here the would die for the opportunity to even dance with you. You can't even act as if your not remotely interested in any of them."

"I'm gonna step outside..." Gia said as she slid down off the barstool.

"C'mon Gia!" Valerie shouted over the music. "Don't be like this!"

Gia pulled her cardigan tighter around her body as she stepped into the back parking lot. Why she had thought coming to this bar tonight was a good idea, she didn't know. Just thinking about how guilty she felt when she got off the phone with her mother was enough to make her want to go home and crawl back into bed. At this moment in time, she was sure there was nothing possibly in this world that could get her mind off everything. But maybe Valerie was right. Could the possibility of hooking up with some random man take her mind off everything even for just a split second? She shook her head, there was no possible. Gia knew damn well she wasn't the type to just hop right into bed with some stranger. What if she got an STD? Oh god. No chance in hell...

"We've told you in the past, Asshole. No drugs in Charming!" Jumping out of her thoughts, she looked around for the voice. Surely when she entered the lot, it was empty. Empty and quiet. She was positive that there was nobody back there when she entered.

Coming around the corner, she spotted three men. One was on his knees in front of them, his back to her. The other two were staring down to him, both had guns pointed towards him. The man kneeling on the ground spoke, something she could make out. But obviously it wasn't good because one of the men standing up hit him with the butt of the gun in his hand. "We saw you! Now, you piece of shit, I wanna hear you beg for your life. C'mon..."

"Hurry this up, Jax. We don't want his friends to find us. I'll be in the truck."

"Alright man," Jax she presumed, said as his friend turned and walked back inside. "I don't here you begging.."

"Kill me! Unless you're too big of a pussy to put that bullet straight between my eyes. C'mon boy, I'm waiting. A big pussy wearing a VP patch, I've seen it all C'mon!"

Gia unknowingly screamed when she saw the man fall forward as the man, Jax, shot him. When she realized what she had done, she covered her mouth and backed away. Halfheartily, she hoped he hadn't head her. Knowing better though, she knew it was only going to be a matter of time before he came and killed her. But, why wasn't she running away? Why wasn't she going back inside with the crowd of people? He wouldn't kill her in front of all those people, right?

Just as she thought, a few seconds later, he had appeared in front of her.

Face set in a straight line, he glared at her and took her by the throat, backing her into the wall. "How long you been standing there? You saw all that?" Gasping for what little air she could get, she shook her head. Closing her eyes, she readied herself for the bullet he was going to put into her, just like with the other man. "I'm sorry, please don't kill me." she gasped out.